The story of my wife and policeman A

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I've known A for over a year, starting with our conversations when I encouraged my wife to accept a threesome. Our contact wasn't deep, but my impression of him was decent. He graduated from a sports school, worked for a company in Wuhan, and later became a policeman after passing the local civil service exam. He's 184cm tall, weighs around 70kg, and has a 15cm penis that's thick, firm, and well-defined—he says everyone who's used it loves it. In early 2016, he returned to Ningxia, completed three months of intensive training, and came to this city, where he spent his days staking out and arresting people. He sent me photos, which I showed my wife, but she didn't like them, so I didn't have high hopes. Being in the same city, we communicated more, and although my wife disagreed, I practically dragged her to meet him. A is a rather arrogant, conceited, and selfish person, something I only discovered later in our relationship. His ethnic minority background, prestigious university education, physical advantages, and current civil servant job likely contributed to his personality. Later, I learned that although he was a year younger than me, he had been involved with over ten couples. One couple was into BDSM, and A maintained a master-slave relationship with them for over a year—A was the master, and the couple was the slave. They eventually left and lost contact.
Meeting A was somewhat accidental. After the previous two single men, I wanted to ease the tension in my relationship with my wife; after more than a month, I needed to relax. Since deciding to embark on this journey of sexual bliss, I've met approximately two hundred single men. Z, Y, and A were met around the same time, just at different times due to chance. Although my wife and I had arguments during this process, I continued to enthusiastically search for single men, recommending any man who seemed promising to my wife. Many netizens say I have a cuckold fetish, but I don't think it's entirely that; it's more like a cuckolding desire. However, I absolutely don't deny my cuckold fetish. For example, the thrill of eavesdropping when my wife is being intimate with a single man can make me both nervous and excited.
A and I arranged to meet at a barbecue restaurant at 8 PM. My wife was craving crayfish tails, so I encouraged her to go. I told her it didn't necessarily have to lead to anything; if we felt a connection, we'd take it to the next level, otherwise, it would just be a friendly meeting. Our purpose was to eat barbecue and drink beer. My wife agreed, changed into casual clothes, and went out without makeup or anything sexy. It seems she really treated this meeting as a formal gathering. When
we arrived, I saw a message from A saying he'd arrested someone at midnight and needed to interrogate them, so he'd be half an hour late. My wife and I went to our usual restaurant, drank beer, and ate barbecue. After waiting for over 40 minutes, A still hadn't arrived. I asked what happened. A said he'd gone to the hospital; the prisoner had drunk too much and attacked someone with a knife, and he had to wait for the family. I asked if he was still coming. He said yes. Unexpectedly, the wait lasted for over an hour. My wife got angry, saying, "Look at the kind of person you've chosen!" I was speechless and had no choice but to go home. The next day, A apologized and explained repeatedly. I showed my wife the chat history, but she didn't say anything. I also helped explain, saying that his job was like that, and unexpected situations could arise, so he was also helpless. I suggested we meet him again. My wife said, "See? I'm your man, I'll listen to you." I quickly told A to make the reservation. He arrived early, this time at a different KTV. I repeatedly reminded him not to stand me up again, but he said he had already arrived. I told my wife the situation, and she said she would go change her clothes, and this time he would wait for us. Her little temper flared up, and I smiled and said okay. My wife wore sandals, high heels, a purple lingerie set, and a black long skirt that just reached her knees. My wife and I are the kind of people who are easily lost in a crowd, but my wife's outfit attracted a lot of attention that day. As we walked, I kept telling her, "This guy is attracted to you, that guy is attracted to you," and she seemed quite happy.
Upon entering the KTV, the single man greeted us warmly. I sat down next to him, with my wife beside me. She kept her head down, holding my hand. The single man continued apologizing, recounting yesterday's events, while my wife, seemingly very forgiving, quickly said it was nothing. The single man suggested drinking, and we chatted and drank, but his gaze never left my wife. She was wearing a push-up bra, making her 34C breasts appear even more prominent and full. Her black dress that day was also fitted at the waist, making her already voluptuous figure appear even more alluring. My wife and I sang a few songs. The single man needed to go to the restroom, and I took the opportunity to ask my wife, "How was it?" She said, "Not bad, more handsome than in the photos, a bit bad-boyish." I said, "Weren't you always looking down? When did you become so observant?" My wife playfully hit me and continued singing. As if they had planned it, my wife needed to go to the restroom again, and A said she would take her—A wouldn't miss such an opportunity. My wife glanced at me, and I said, "Let's go." The two returned quickly, and my wife started singing again. Seeing that A couldn't sing, I chose a few songs I was good at, leaving me to sing solo. A's opportunity arose. He sat next to my wife, playing dice and drinking with her. I sang while observing, and nothing seemed amiss; the single man was quite well-behaved. After two songs, my wife needed to go to the restroom. A offered to go with her, but she refused, saying she could find it herself. A asked me if he could take things further with my wife. I said yes, as long as I didn't force her. A nodded. My wife returned and sat next to me. I said, "Let's drink together." I stood up and said I'd choose a song, giving up the middle seat. Pretending to have chosen, I sat down, and my wife sat in the middle. A cleverly moved closer to my wife, and the three of us started playing dice. A little while later, my wife grabbed my hand. I saw A's hand around her waist. I patted my wife's hand to reassure her. I excused myself to the restroom and stayed there for about ten minutes. When I got to the door of the private room, I saw my wife and A kissing. A's hand was caressing my wife's private parts. I pushed the door open and went in. My wife was embarrassed when she saw me. She struggled for a moment and tidied her hair. I said it was okay, I'd just sing a few songs. Actually, the view inside the private room was quite clear from the outside. I wanted to keep watch, so I dimmed the lights and continued singing.
My wife and A started kissing passionately. A smelled my wife's hair and touched her ears and neck. My wife closed her eyes and breathed heavily. I turned the music up louder and observed everything. A's hand had already touched my wife's private parts, and she seemed to be enjoying it. There was a flash at the door. I quickly coughed, and the food cart recommended by the KTV came in. My wife lowered her head and hurriedly pulled up her skirt. The waiter saw this and looked puzzled. This was a legitimate KTV, and the waiter was probably just as confused as I was. I sent the waiter away. I was too tired to sing anymore, so I ordered some DJ tracks and sat down to watch them flirt so passionately. My wife was completely absorbed in the moment. The single man pulled up her skirt, admiring her panties, his fingers pressing against her genitals. Her legs were spread apart by A, revealing a large wet patch on her silk panties, which he examined closely. The single man untied her bra straps, pushed it up, and sucked on her nipples. I got up and sat next to my wife. She pulled my hand to her genitals—wow, they were overflowing with fluid. A and I each took one breast. My wife was completely lost in the moment. When A touched her genitals, she French-kissed me; when I touched her genitals, she French-kissed A, busy as could be. I gestured to A, then quickly pulled off my wife's soaked panties and put them in my pocket. A spread my wife's legs wide, observing her genitals, his fingers skillfully teasing her clitoris. Her fluids had already soaked the sofa. A pulled my wife's hand to his crotch; her small hand was circling through her pants. A loosened his belt and let his wife put her hand inside. She touched it and could see it protruding high above her underwear. A and his wife kissed passionately from time to time, whispering sweet nothings. A wanted his wife to perform oral sex, but she said it smelled bad and refused. A said he would go to the bathroom to clean up, but his wife refused. I only found out about all this later. A never performed oral sex on women, but he preferred women to perform oral sex on him. His wife's skirt was only wrapped around her waist, her legs wide open, facing the door at an angle,
her nipples erect. I took a condom out of my pocket and handed it to A. His wife blushed shyly, but A hesitated, saying it wasn't safe. He backed down because of his civil servant status, and that was the end of the activity. His wife straightened herself up, not wearing underwear, and said goodbye to A. They hugged and whispered. Walking down the street, his wife said she felt cold. I asked what was wrong. She said water had run down her thighs. I looked closely and saw it was already flowing down her thighs. His wife was probably still savoring the memory; I had never seen her so wet before. Later, my wife told me that A had three days off and wanted to come over for a threesome, and that he wanted to come to our house. I hesitated, but after weighing the options, I agreed. After all, A lives in the same city as us, and I had more to consider.
A was a very experienced single man, in good physical condition, and his penis was the type my wife liked—medium size, firm, slightly upturned, and with a large glans. My wife told me A was very skilled, his technique was practically professional, and he had given her many orgasms. My wife was exceptionally excited in the alcohol-fueled, karaoke-like environment. However, the only drawback was that A didn't give my wife oral sex, and he hadn't cleaned himself beforehand, meaning my original plan was only half-implemented. Later, during a conversation with my wife, she frankly admitted that she liked strong, domineering men, and A was like that, but there were also some things about him that she found unacceptable, which I only learned after meeting him.
Three days later, A came to our house as promised, and we naturally had sex. However, my wife was clearly not as excited as she had been that day. She had drunk some red wine, but A seemed impatient, and his penis still had that unpleasant smell, which my wife found hard to accept. My wife did give A oral sex, but she didn't last long. My wife felt very comfortable after A penetrated her. She told me that A's penis felt the best, and every thrust was intense. However, A had a BDSM habit, slapping my wife's plump buttocks during repositioning, and then hitting her breasts and face when they switched to the missionary position. I found this unacceptable and stopped him. A demanded to go without a condom, which we refused. A's behavior was unacceptable to me, and then he couldn't get an erection anymore and left helplessly.
Later, he messaged my wife, hoping to meet her alone and make her his sex slave, again without a condom. My wife hesitated. I seriously asked her if she could accept BDSM. She didn't answer. I asked, "What about without a condom?" She said that was absolutely unacceptable. My wife didn't get what she wanted completely, so this regret remained unresolved until March of this year. A said he was coming for training and wanted to see my wife. My wife didn't know what to do. I said, "Honey, if you want to go, go. I support you." In the end, she still couldn't make up her mind. After much thought, I deleted A from my wife's contacts; I didn't want her to be hurt.
I don't know if this decision was right or wrong, but my wife's desires and regrets will probably become memories now. In my opinion, if my wife and A met alone, she would definitely get immense satisfaction. However, A doesn't use condoms, isn't hygienic, and enjoys sadomasochism. I'm afraid my hesitation and compromise will cause my wife unnecessary harm. A is a typical selfish, arrogant, and stingy guy. Such a person isn't suitable for a relationship. In a marriage, both partners should be honest and sincere. From the meeting to the end, A never proactively bought a single bottle of water. In my wife's words, if A paid for everything, she would feel like she was a prostitute. But A's stinginess, when magnified, makes her feel like this man isn't a real man. My wife was very upset after A left. Her high hopes were dashed, making her even more selective about single men. Everything about A ultimately brought my wife's relationship with Z and Y to an end.

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